Luyện nghe bài hát SW4

Nah, we the same, hmm
You got that ho on retainer, I don't do no
I'll be famous, I go everywhere with my banger
You'll everything to a stranger, let me guess, you a gangster
I ain't of you motherfuckers, I'm just afraid of my

If she me like she say she love me we gon' be alright
I still call and check up on her to see if she alright
home, I'm living wrong, I know I need to treat her right
She just me up from a flight, I take back off, I leave tonight

I'm fast, two twenty-five on the dash
I'm really getting to a bag, these niggas in the past
Let's facts, I'm the one with them racks
I'm the one pull up on you all by myself with that MAC
I'm the one pull up on and I tell 'em pull around the back
Pull it out the back, pop it out the vac
I'm probably gon' tax
If you I got it on me, showing out for the police, I think you a rat
Just a loss, I think about eighty racks
All I can think is making it back
If this plug just keep it coming, fuck it we gon' be
I done ran a check up on 'em but I still will on sight
Whippin' on me when I'm wrong but yeah still gon' read my writes

I'm the one with the thirty rounds on the gauge
Chopper singing, let it
I got everything but a hand
I was really gon' blow, I was like fourteen makin' pipe
Now I got a little more sense but still shoot like a Nikon
place at the wrong time, but you niggas fuckin' with the right one
They call Craig Petties notorious, but where I'm from an icon
Being broke never no fun
Back when they ain't have a
I was moteling with a snow
Paying all our bills my dope money
Truth is, I been before, broke and poor, I ain't even gon' front
I brought steak for but all my daughter want is cinnamon toast crunch
I keep the rifle like I go hunt, I stack the paper like a bunch
I say is sorta like a toilet seat, you come pulling shit, I'm gon' dump
Hope you got life insurance, big
Poppin' like the brick guy
'til they pop your ass and mama can't afford to bury you without a fish fry
No rest, I can never loosen up, something a ziptie
Got incendiaries in that round, I'll hop out on you and spit fire

That's overkill, I'm in over-grind it's overtime, I don't get tired
You a ho for real, and a pussy, why you always be dick ridin'
We might've fell out but I never sides
And I never let shit
Fuck your baby mama the kid nap
drive-bys out the bitch ride
Selling mid out a from Enterprise
They ain't have nothing bigger a midsize
That's the difference hitters and sendouts
Don't me lil nigga, I been about it
Seventy-five round drum me now
Ten in the penthouse
I just opened one and the loud
I just three for like ten thousand
Me and bro gon' these other six down
Yeah we gon' be
I need a light, step brothers for life

If she me like she say she love me we gon' be alright
I still call and check up on her to see if she alright
Never home, I'm living wrong, I know I need to treat her
She picked me up from a flight, I take back off, I leave tonight